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Caleb POV:
Cuando acabe de cantar, me voltee para ver a los demás.
- Y...¿Qué les parece? - Les pregunte con una ligera sonrisa.
- Cantaste genial - Dijieron la Renata y la Ivanna.
- Cantaste muy bien, pero creo que-... - No termino de hablar Jack porque lo interrumpi.
- SI NO TE GUSTO VETE A LA MIERDA A TOCAR CON TU JUGUETE, JACK - Le dije.
Jack solo se quedó callado, para luego hablar.
- Mira, para empezar, YO di la idea de la banda...así que si alguien se fuese a la mierda, tendrías que ser TÚ - Dijo.
- Agh - Solo di un gruñido, para luego repentinamente cambiar mi humor.
Jack POV:
- Bien...¿Que tal si tocamos...Bohemian Rhapsody de Queen? Es un temazo - Sugerí.
- Bueno - Dijo la Renata.
- Por mi esta bien - Afirmo la Ivanna.
- Okey - Dijo el Caleb.
Le di un papel con la letra de la canción al Caleb, para luego cambiar mi guitarra por una guitarra eléctrica. Conecte mi guitarra eléctrica al amplificador.
- Un - Dije.
- Dos - Dijo la Ivanna y la Renata.
- ¡Tres! - Dijo ahora el Caleb.
Cantamos los 4 el coro.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows) I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me (Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro, magnifico But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismilla No, we will not let you go (let him go) Bismilla We will not let you go (let him go) Bismilla We will not let you go (let me go) Will not let you go (let me go) Never, never, never, never let me go No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia Mamma mia, let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Ooh Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
Nothing really matters, anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me"
